The days passed unconsciously, and two days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, He Xiaoqiao finally sent the cooking utensils made by the blacksmith shop.

It was dusk, and when I heard that my princess had ordered several strange things back, a bunch of curious servants simply didn't eat, and all secretly hid in the corner of the door and watched.

"Lady, is this what you mean by the oven?"

Looking at the boxy box in front of him, made into an ordinary iron box that opens on the left side and is separated by three layers of smooth movable iron sheets, Jiang Fenghao, who also heard the news, was also very curious, and subconsciously reached out and knocked on his fingers, "It looks like it's still ...... It's special. ”

"Don't move, just play!" slapped his chaotic paws away, and then coaxed a child to stuff an apple over, He Xiaoqiao didn't raise his head, and as soon as he finished speaking, he was busy directing a few servants to push the oven into the freshly built stove, and then take the iron sheet and fix it carefully.

Cai Lian happily touched the smooth surface of the oven with her hand, and carefully opened the iron door that could move freely, as if she had some good baby, her eyes lit up, "Miss, should we start making moon cakes today?" ”

Jiang Fenghao was biting the apple in his hand, and when he heard this, he hurriedly shook it over, and went straight to He Xiaoqiao with his big head, "Moon cakes?" What mooncakes? ”

He Xiaoqiao calmly pushed his face away, lowered his head to check whether the four walls of the oven and the stove were firmly attached, "Anyway, you can eat it, you will know tomorrow." ”

In a few words, Jiang Fenghao, who was reluctant to be driven away, He Xiaoqiao took Cailian to inspect the kitchen, and wrote down everything that could be used to make stuffing, and the master and servant muttered a few words, and finally finalized taro, apples, pineapples, lilies, mung beans, peanuts and other things.

Because of the last time he helped to rectify Xu Mengying's uncle and nephew, Ying Tong, who was mentioned to He Xiaoqiao, was even more interested in raising the master, and Mao Sui recommended himself, and took the job of finding salted duck eggs to buy egg yolks.

He Xiaoqiao naturally wouldn't stop him, and watched him run out like a gust of wind with a smile, and beckoned Cailian to help with him, soaking the mung beans and red beans that had just been sent over and the dried heart-draining lotus seeds into the water.

After all this, it is not too early.

Seeing that there was still half a bag of white noodles on the table, He Xiaoqiao thought about it, took some white sugar, kneaded two catties of white noodles into dough together with rice wine, and finally put it in a wooden basin and covered it with a damp cloth for fermentation.

When I woke up the next morning, I saw that the dough had doubled its size and smelled slightly sour.

Anyway, Jiang Fenghao has money, and He Xiaoqiao is not worried that he will be called a loser when he makes fried food, so he simply washes the cutting board, sets up the oil pot, and plays improvised to prepare fried fritters.

Knead the dough into fist-sized strips, then use a greased kitchen knife to cut it into finger-sized pieces, stack the two pieces together and use chopsticks to press a groove in the middle.

Cai Lian is used to giving He Xiaoqiao a hand in the kitchen, due to her unskilled operation, He Xiaoqiao only let her be responsible for slicing and pressing the noodles, and she took the big chopsticks temporarily cut out of bamboo to fry the noodles in the pot, and then took them out and put them aside to drain the oil.

The master and servant cooperated tacitly, and soon a basket of fried dough sticks sprinkled with sesame seeds was freshly baked, and the unique aroma of fried food went straight to people's noses, hooking their mouths.

picked up a few good-looking ones and put them in the food box, called the little maid waiting outside to send them to Liu Yidao, He Xiaoqiao washed his hands, and then sat down and began to enjoy his breakfast slowly.

The golden and crispy fritters, accompanied by soft and glutinous white porridge, plus a plate of appetizing and refreshing sour and hot dried radish, are delicious and not greasy. Jiang Fenghao, who happened to come over to eat in the morning, narrowed his eyes when he ate, and his mouth was even more enjoyable. If He Xiaoqiao hadn't stopped him, it is estimated that he would have been able to sweep all the fritters in the basket into his stomach.

After breakfast, it was time to start work.

He Xiaoqiao asked a few cooks from the big kitchen to come over to help, and two of them were responsible for mixing and kneading the dough, and the remaining three were according to He Xiaoqiao's arrangement, one peeled the taro and steamed it in the basket and peeled the pineapple, one slice the washed fruit and put it in salt water to pickle, and the last one was responsible for burning the fire and frying peanuts.

In addition to preparing lard and boiling syrup to make the pie crust, he also had to choose the moon cake mold and look at the bubbling apple jam in the cauldron, so as not to burn the paste if the fire is too big.

Seeing He Xiaoqiao add the syrup and eggs to the glutinous rice flour, the two cooks in charge of kneading the dough were very surprised, but thinking that this might be an exclusive secret recipe, they closed their mouths very tightly and didn't ask.

When she returned to the stove, she saw that the apple slices in the syrup had become translucent, so she quickly sprinkled some sugar on it, and at the same time used a spoon to press the pieces of apples into a puree.

Now that the weather is a little cold, worried that the dough will ferment too slowly and time-consuming, He Xiaoqiao thought about it and hurriedly ordered Cai Lian to go to the big kitchen to get some rice wine.

The little girl who was with her was probably a little impatient after sitting for a long time, and her eyes lit up on the spot and she said that she wanted to help, and He Xiaoqiao agreed.

Seeing the two of them talking and laughing out of the yard, they turned around and went back and began to prepare various fillings.

This morning, the soaked red beans and lotus seeds have been cooked and crushed into a puree according to He Xiaoqiao's requirements in the big kitchen, and now they only need to add a little sugar to the pot and stir-fry, and they can be used after cooling.

A group of people here were preparing in full swing, and Cai Lian and the little maid over there were also afraid of delaying their efforts, so they entered the big kitchen with a smile, asked the master for some of the best rice wine, and hurried back.

Who would have thought that just out of the kitchen door and the person who came to collide, both sides were knocked back a few steps, Cai Lian was afraid that the wine would be spilled, and reflexively hugged the wine jar tightly in his arms, and then spoke, "I'm sorry......

"Smack!" Before he finished speaking, he received a hot slap in the face.

Not to mention that Cailian was stunned by this slap, even the little maid who followed her was startled by this sudden situation, and as soon as her hand was released, the wine jar in her arms fell to the ground with a click, and the wine mixed with black mud splashed on the corner of the comer's peach-colored skirt, which looked very eye-catching.

"This girl's new clothes!" Xia Bing, who was more than half a head taller than Cailian, screamed, her resentful eyes fell on the little maid, and she raised her hand without saying a word, "Cheap girl!" I'll beat you to death! ”

The little maid didn't have time to escape at all, but reflexively shrank her head, and Xia Bing's slap was blocked by Cailian's outstretched arm.

"Hurry up and go find the princess." whispered to the little maid, Cai Lian, who had already reacted, shook off Xia Bing's hand, stuffed the wine jar that was still intact into her hand, and then pushed her out in the opposite direction.

Fortunately, the little maid is also a clever person, knowing that the situation in front of her cannot be solved by her own subordinates, she hurriedly hugged the wine jar and rushed forward, not even daring to look back at Xia Bing's scolding and Cailian's painful cry behind her.

"Princess, princess! Help me...... Woowoo woo ......"

He Xiaoqiao was trying the jam that was made, and suddenly the cry of the little maid came from outside the door, and her heart jumped at the moment, and she hurriedly threw down the spoon and ran out, just reaching out to hold the little maid who stumbled in front of her.

"Princess, it's not good, it's not good!"

"Don't worry, speak slowly." Motioning for the little maid to sit down, she took the wine jar she was holding and handed it to the cook behind her, He Xiaoqiao lowered her voice as much as possible and asked, "What happened?" ”

The little maid cried so much that her eyes were swollen, and she pointed to the door while sobbing, and said intermittently, "Pick ...... Sister Cailian, princess, princess...... They...... They beat Sister Cailian! ”

"What?!" It's the inexplicable princess again!

Thinking of the torture methods in the palace when he used to watch TV dramas, He Xiaoqiao only felt that his head was hot, two clusters of anger rose in his eyes, and he tore off the apron on his body with force, and without saying a word, he picked up the rolling pin and rushed to the big kitchen.

"Princess......

The little maid was shocked again, but when she saw He Xiaoqiaoken coming out, she couldn't care about anything, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and ran out with her.

The people in the kitchen were stunned by this sudden situation, and it took a long time for someone to react and exclaim, "Oh my God! It's time for a fight! Hurry, hurry, hurry up and inform the prince! ”

For a while, everyone in the yard left their work and followed He Xiaoqiao, no one noticed that the dense canopy in the yard suddenly shook, and a black figure jumped out of it, looked back at the direction where the crowd was going, and then flew towards Jiang Fenghao's place without touching the ground.

He Xiaoqiao didn't have time to pay attention to the chaos she had caused, she was already so angry that she was smoking all the way over, and from a distance, she saw Cai Lian, who was wearing light green clothes, was being pressed against the wall by a tall woman holding her hair and hitting her head, and another shorter woman was standing next to her with a happy expression, holding a handkerchief in her hand to cover her mouth, as if she was watching something interesting.

His eyes fell on Cailian's red and swollen cheeks and the corners of his mouth that had cracked and bleeding, He Xiaoqiao's eyes turned red in an instant, and the remaining reason burned the rising anger on the spot.

"Stop!"

Xia Bing and Begonia, who were taking Cailian to vent their anger, were startled by this roar, and the movements in their hands couldn't help stopping, and Cailian, who was missing support, suddenly fell to the ground, couldn't get up according to her stomach, and it took a long time to catch her breath, raised her head slightly and choked up and shouted, "Miss......"

The miserable appearance made He Xiaoqiao's heart twitch again, and then he was even more angry.

actually made such a ruthless hand to a little girl who was powerless, and it was really a pervert from the palace, very good, very good!

Xia Bing and Haitang originally planned to take Cailian to be angry, but they didn't expect to be seen by He Xiaoqiao, both of them were a little weak at first, but when they thought that He Xiaoqiao was just a civilian with no identity and no status, and they had Princess Jinghe as a backer behind them, their backs immediately hardened again.

Xia Bing even kicked Cailian in front of her again, and then looked at Haitang and smiled, raising her chin proudly, "Yo, who should I be?" It turned out to be a cheap ...... who didn't leave in our prince's mansion."

He Xiaoqiao, who was furious, had long forgotten the principle of protecting herself and being a low-key person, Xia Bing's voice over there had not fallen, and she had already rushed over like a lit cannonball, without saying a word, raising her hand was a murderous slap.

"Slut!"